Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Before Aphra brought her apprentice, Momu, into the carriage, she reminded him again: "Keep your head down and look at the floor. Do not even try to look at the prince, Momu. This is not a joke."

The female doctor with gentle features used her skinny fingers to tidy up her little apprentice's messy hair and tried her best to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Don't worry, I won't." Mom, who is already eight years old this year, nodded seriously, indicating that she really listened to the teacher's words.

In fact, even if the teacher didn't say anything, he wouldn't dare to look. In the past few days, anyone who is not a fool should know that they can't go to see the lord's partner casually.

Because those who had peeked before had been severely punished, they were called doctors in a nicer way, but in fact they were just slaves who could identify and boil herbs and treat some diseases.

If you are not careful, you will be dragged out and whipped. Mr. Yoshimoto, who was whipped forty times for touching the prince's fingers, is still unable to walk and can only lie in the gap of the flatbed truck cargo box.

The doctor's carriage was shared by a group of people, and there was no space for him to lie down and recuperate.

The two men lowered their heads as they entered the carriage and walked straight to the bed. After bowing, they stood quietly by the side waiting.

"Tell them where you feel uncomfortable, and I'll let them find a solution." Sal was sitting on a chair beside the bed, wiping Xie Wei's cheeks and hands with a warm towel. Xie Wei had already broken out in cold sweat during this period of time.

Cold sweat comes from the pain.

In his past and present lives, Xie Wei had a physique that could not tolerate pain. While enduring the pain, he looked at the two people standing beside him.

The brown-haired woman, who was about forty years old, was tall but very thin. The red-haired boy, who was about seven or eight years old, was also very thin. Both of them had obvious blue totems on the back of their hands. Xie Wei knew that it was the mark of the contract.

Both men were slaves.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Xie Wei hadn't spoken a word, he just looked at the person who came in quietly.

Sal suppressed his displeasure at Xie Wei for focusing his eyes on others, and tried to make his tone gentle enough.

"Nothing." Xie Wei shook his head and did not ask about the contract mark on Doctor Sal's body.

Then he began to think about how to describe his injuries. As he thought about it, his ears began to burn. Finally, he asked Sal without hope: "Can you leave for a while?"

"No." Sal refused coldly.

Xie Wei knew that this man would not agree, so he resigned himself to his fate and struggled to get up, pushing away the hand that Sal extended to help him, then neatly unbuttoned his clothes and pulled them down to his waist, revealing his upper body covered in bruises and many scabs and teeth marks.

Xie Wei was wearing a loose silk top and half-dress with only one knot, making it very easy to put on and take off.

Because he took off his clothes very quickly and he didn't expect him to take them off directly, when Sal reacted, Xie Wei's horrible upper body was already imprinted in his eyes.

Something in Sal's brain snapped, and he quickly grabbed the blanket to wrap Shevi up, then cast a gloomy look at the woman and child who were standing beside him with their heads down.

"Leave the medicine and painkillers, and you can leave now."

Xie Wei was wrapped in a blanket and trapped in the man's arms. He could feel the man's rage, but he didn't know why.

Did he just do something to make him angry?

But soon he had no time to think about this question, because after the doctors left their things and left quickly, his blanket and quilt were thrown to the end of the bed.

Both his shirt and shirt were roughly torn off by Sal and thrown to the ground.

There were fire magic crystals in the carriage to maintain temperature, but Xie Wei still felt a little cold. He curled up his body slightly and looked at the person who stood up to get the medicine bottle with some confusion.

Sal stood by the bed holding a medicine bottle, looking down at Xie Wei. He used his eyes to describe the young man in front of him. The little rose of the empire was indeed a pampered boy, with every part of his body perfect. But at this moment, his snow-like skin was covered with traces of him left that night.

After these days, the marks have not faded.

Only he can touch such a beautiful body, and only he can leave these marks of ownership.

His little prince didn't seem to have such an awareness. How could he show his body in front of others? This was not allowed and was wrong. Mistakes needed to be corrected and mistakes needed to be punished. Only in this way would the other party remember the lesson and not make the same mistake again.

Xie Wei was keenly aware of the danger. There was something wrong with the man standing beside the bed and looking down at him. His brows were filled with gloom and indifference, and his eyes were filled with strange emotions that made people feel frightened.

There may be some magic circle engraved on the carriage. As long as the doors and windows are closed, the sound from outside cannot come in, and the sound from inside cannot go out.

No one knew that in the carriage separated by a wall, after drinking the painkiller, the beautiful and weak little prince was pressed into the soft bedding of a bed with pillars by his newlywed husband, and the man's hand covered with ointment stroked him inch by inch.

Sal did not miss any part of Xie Wei's body. He explored it carefully, forcing the man who was gritting his teeth to tremble all over and couldn't help sobbing.

The Far North Territory has always been known as a savage land on the Lar continent. The climate there is extremely cold and the terrain is rugged and varied. Only the strong Paraso people can adapt and thrive there.

About twenty years ago, the Far North Territory had not yet been unified, and was a scattered community of large and small tribes.

It was not until the war spread to the sacred snowfield that the people of Paraso came together to form an army of berserkers that could defeat a thousand enemies with one. The lord who was elected at that time led the tribe to drive the invaders out of the snowfield. After that, they rebuilt their homes and recuperated, and sent out outstanding warriors to leave the snowfield to look for the captured tribesmen.

Today, the Parasau people still retain some habits from their tribal period. They love all beautiful people and things, and do not shy away from in-depth communication with their partners. They are open, enthusiastic and even wild in such matters.

There are also some unwritten rules, that is, the Parasau people can only have sex with their partners on the bed in the felt tent.

The Parasau people never make their partners cry outside the bed. If they make their partners cry anywhere else, they will be laughed at and despised by the tribe.

"You can't show your body in front of anyone other than me. It's unfaithful to your partner and a provocation to me. You can't do this." Sal's rough, calloused hands gently stroked Xie Wei's back, but such comfort caused the person in his arms to tremble again.

Xie Wei's body almost turned into a puddle of water. Sal was very gentle and patient from beginning to end, but it was even more torturous. The most terrifying thing was that he got great pleasure from this process.

He couldn't describe the feeling. It was a feeling that made his brain extremely excited, his body so sensitive that it couldn't be touched, and he had to stretch his toes hard to keep himself from fainting.

His mind was in a mess and he could only obey Thrall's words, repeating over and over again that he would be loyal to his partner, and everything he had belonged to his partner, and no one else could get a glimpse of it.